Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Bruce groaned softly as he shifted in bed, the silky sheets tangled around his legs, the remnants of a restless night still clinging to him. He glanced over at you, noting that you were also starting to stir, the faint light of morning creeping in through the gaps in the curtains. The room, still cloaked in the shadows of the night, seemed to hesitate between sleep and the inevitable demands of the day.

Bruce slowly sat up, letting out another tired groan as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The cool air of the morning hit his skin, and he stretched, trying to shake off the weight of exhaustion. His eyes wandered back to you for a moment, but then, with a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and walked toward the closet.

The fluorescent light flicked on overhead, illuminating the room just as he reached for his clothes. His hands moved mechanically, pulling fresh boxers from the drawer, then a shirt from one of the neatly hung coat hangers. He chose a pair of pants and a suit jacket that looked just like the others - expensive, perfectly tailored, and indistinguishable from the countless others he owned. His routine was effortless, as it always was. But even as he dressed, his mind was already drifting back to the weight of the day ahead.